Memories of Emily: The Forge

The Girl of Dreams, Epilogue

I awoke…

Steering steady, a faceless driver showed deft windshield-conjuring
Touring city, the nameless driver drove: daft pinwheeled-wandering
Looking blankly, the fameless striders slow-drift in steeled conforming
Seeing slowly a parlous bus-bench showed left: wind-peeled of painting
Showing wobbly, the reckless bus-bench bowed, cleft-ends keeled preparing
Stepping surely, an auspicious wench strode: deft spin-heeled steadying
Leering steady, the audacious wench chose the sign's wish-filled greeting
Hearing steady, the precocious wench chose the rhyme’s wish-filled weeping
Choosing bravely, the tenacious wench so cleft the real for dreaming